Bros, Dogs, & Beer

One of the earliest fuckups almost every new ‘unplugged’ man will make is that he will spew his confused, twisted, sad & angry emotions all over his wife. He will have come to the realization that up to this point he has been wasting his life and his wife is not attracted to the weaksauce pussy he has become. The pill is a bitter one to swallow, but I will always choose the pain of the truth over the comfort of a lie.

Pride will be injured, the ego is too involved, and the desire for immediate results will be alive and well – all ingredients leading towards a hurricane of emotions.

Like a Somali pirate this newly unplugged man will look to his wife and say, “I’m the Captain now” to which she will laugh or snicker and say, ‘yeah, ok…’ leading to further frustrations.

He will want to weep and apologize for being so pathetic and not leading her or the kids – which is what has caused them to be so disgruntled and lost in this life, having never developed their own genuine sense of self.

He will resent himself for letting things get so bad and will decide to make a desperate plea to the world, making posts on twitter & reddit about how he has decided to ‘man up’ and take ownership of his masculine nature.

He may get drunk and tell his wife he loves her and now that he is a man she should submit to his lead. He will get angry and sloppy and yell about respect and the way it should be.

All of this will happen, and all of this will work against him.

Myself and several other frequent contributors at MarriedRedPill have shared the message that these emotions – they are for your bros, your dog, & your beer.

Your wife is not your emotional tampon. She is a woman who is always judging your status as a man. Her shit tests are nothing more than check ups on your leadership & frame. To have you come to her spilling your guts about whatthefuckever – weaksauce, and she will take note.

Here is the kicker, in these initial stages – you have no idea what you need to do or who you truly are or What’s expected of a masculine man. You’ve been plugged in and stuck inside a bluepill mold that was forged by some weaksauce white knights over the years for so long that you have no idea how to even ‘man’. Because of this the last thing you want to do is lay out a plan that you’ll be changing the very next day/week.

For these reasons, you need to just start taking actions, making small permanent changes and hen let your results do the speaking for you. There is a reason that Lifting is Step #1.

Your wife isn’t your mother. You don’t need to run to her and say, “Hey look at me, I worked out three days in a row this week” She doesn’t need another child to be proud of; what she needs is a husband – the masculine man you were and she thought you’d always be when she married you. The better way of doing that is to just start working out and during one of your romps in the sack she’ll say, “Wow, your arms are big or Whoa, your back is so hard.” You just shrug it off like that’s normal – because being a jacked muscular masculine man IS normal.

Men are the more romantic of the sexes, I’m not saying don’t feel – what I am saying, is be deliberate with whom you are sharing those feelings with.

You’re frustrated because you ‘used to be somebody’? Grab the leash, get the dog, and go for a walk. Let the thoughts bounce around in your head or talk it out with the dog as you walk (quietly or people will think you’re a weirdo). Or sit on the front lawn with the dog, petting him or throwing the ball and just hashing shit out in your mind or again, straight up talk to the dog – whatever you need to do to fix your mind without bringing your wife into the mental mix.

You’re sad because you recognize your wife will never love you unconditionally or that she isn’t attracted to you (yet)? Go out with the guys, if it’s a close friend, talk that shit out. Let him know you recognized that you’re a frumpy sack of soft dog shit and the Mrs. isn’t attracted. Maybe you’ll find a new workout buddy or some diet & fitness advice. Most importantly, you’ll have released the words & emotion without it landing on your wife.

Don’t try to numb yourself with alcohol, weed, or pills. You need to feel these emotions. You just need to feel them and then turn them to fuel and not an anchor. Use them as motivators and the driving force when you’re tired or ready to take your foot off the gas. Grab one glass of whiskey and appreciate it instead of 10 beers that just somehow disappear from your glass.

Make yourself a man who is in control and treats his words like currency, only dispensing them on items needed and not blowing it all on bullshit.

This in no way implies you never allow yourself to share an emotion with the wife, it just means that when you do share your feelings, you do so in a masculine manner.

Let’s say your dad dies and you were close with him. It is fine to shed a tear, but don’t become a sniffling child unable to exist or care for yourself. He was your father, he’s going to die (we all are) and now you can grieve, hopefully praising his life and using this as a reminder to not to waste a single breath, doing this in a positive manner as opposed to being sad he is gone.

You should be glad you had the moments with him that you did and share that aspect with your friends and family. You’re sad, but you’re still a man and you can lead others to finding the joy of this life instead of sadness in the moment of a loss.

I’m of the opinion that you grieve for one day and one day alone. Carrying it out is either looking for attention or wasting time and using it as an excuse for inactivity.

Mourn your loss, more importantly honor the loss of a member of your tribe by living even more fiercely.

This goes for a whole host of moments where emotions run high.

I heard the national anthem playing when my kids were watching a football game and when I walked in the room they were both quiet and standing; my daughter had her hand over her heart my son was saluting the TV – I almost wept like a baby. I was just wicked proud of them for doing that on their own and it filled me with that intense pride kids give their fathers, embrace that – don’t hide from it.

It’s OK to feel

It’s the burden of being a masculine man. Our mountains are higher and our valleys are lower. You need both; you need to find balance with it and most importantly, you need to know who, where, and when to release it.

Hunter
I write for free, but if you feel the need to compensate for the benefit this article may have provided to you in your life – I’d be most humbled and appreciative.

6 thoughts on “Bros, Dogs, & Beer”

My father died last weekend. We just had the funeral. As a veteran, it fell to me to arrange the military honors for my Dad. It turns out the old man earned the Distinguished Flying Cross in Vietnam. I never knew. I wore my class A’s and commanded the flight. I lost it at The playing of Taps. Only tears I showed the wife.

Excellent article, I made the mistake of blowing up at my wife on occasion. What pisses me off is we moved around, and I have few friends to talk to. We rent, so no dogs either. Having a masculine outlet is hard to find.